What happened to the Spring Fling?
I look forward to the dance
Of colors in the breeze,
Those we plan and those by chance,
Not the muted browns of a late freeze.
It certainly changes the romance,
Searching for shoots on one’s knees.
For sure I’m not wearing short pants
But hey! I haven’t had even one sneeze,
If there’s a bright side to this cold spring thing.
Would be a bummer to go straight to summer
Without an invitation to the promenade.
Perhaps it was lost in a windy gust
That makes us avoid the search for shade.
No worry about the gathering of dust
On sills and tables and beds freshly made
‘Cause closed windows are a definite must!
We’re longing to porch sit and sip lemonade…
Mother Nature, it’s past time to be fair and just!
No telling what’s in the mind of a hummer.
But you can bet, we take what we get,
No doubt with a surplus of grumbling,
As we still don our hoodies for a morning run.
For sure there’s no shortage of mumbling
While warming up in a patch of sun.
So strange now with gloves to be fumbling;
Without them no work would get done,
Through paths of sticks I’d be stumbling.
Mother Nature, aren’t you missing the fun?
Aren’t you ready to make up with us yet?